Start with Mechanical Hunter

The player's death efficiency is directly proportional to their death speed.

People come in the morning, and when they leave, it's probably around breakfast time.

It is true that Atomic City is much larger than the map of Cross Fire, but the problem is that there are more and more mutated ‘undead’, far exceeding the number that players can deal with.

Moreover, players have gradually discovered that the ‘undead’ are more difficult to deal with than the ‘robot NPCs’.

After all, NPCs only move within a fixed range, and they can still run away if they cannot be defeated, but these 'undead' are different. They were players when they were alive, and their 'thinking' after death is still the player's thoughts. All kinds of squatting and underhand tricks are just like when they are alive. Exactly the same.

What's even more disgusting is that these 'undead' cannot be killed. Their health points become the durability of the prosthetic equipment. Only by breaking the equipment can they be truly killed.

It is precisely because of this that players present two completely different attitudes online and offline.

Players in Atomic City quickly began to form gangs, and their friendships quickly increased. They were like a team in a biochemical movie, struggling to survive. Except that they did not have the aura of the protagonist, they enjoyed the same treatment as the protagonist.

But in the forum, the style of painting has changed again——

‘Damn it, if anyone dismantles the ‘dense bone’ that I finally implanted, I will hunt him down until his account is deleted! ’

‘Whoever picked up my first-class high-grade pistol, please remember to return it to me! ’

‘No one on the line is human, even our own people are beaten! ’

'A bunch of rubbish, if they have the ability to complete the mission, how can they destroy our equipment? ’

‘Damn, do you think I want to fight? I'm about to jump off the building being chased by you zombie monsters! 'The Infinite Walker

‘It’s our fault? ’

‘If you hadn’t cooperated, how could we have died so quickly! ’

‘The grandson who betrayed his teammates! ’

‘Oh, you guys are a bunch of rubbish—’ This player named ‘The Departed’ was playing the game while spitting out fragrances and fighting against the heroes in the forum.

However, within three minutes, the style of "The Departed" changed.

‘Brothers, I 100% agree with your idea. If you are brothers, don’t take it out on other people’s equipment! ’

‘Uh, what’s wrong with you, man? Taking the wrong drug? ’

'No, I'm dead. ’

While the players were fighting online, a large amount of experimental data was uploaded to the orbiting spacecraft at the same time, and this 'metal virus' began to evolve again.

However, evolution is not always smooth. Soon, flaws appeared in the new 'virus samples', and the 'metal virus' showed 'mechanical leakage' on professional testing instruments.

"What is leakage?" asked the senior engineer.

"To put it simply, it is not perfectly integrated into the mechanical body, but is lurking into the mechanical body, and slowly disappears as time goes by."

"Like being neutralized by the antigen?"

"Yes, it is probably affected by certain metal factors, but real viruses are not so weak."

"I understand. To put it simply, it is to strengthen vitality -"

For NPCs, it is unrealistic to come up with a method to strengthen the virus in a short period of time, but for senior engineers, it is just the opposite.

The more knowledge you have, the more ways you can improvise.

Open the camp panel and look at the various system knowledge——

Strengthen vitality, well, [Cell Tuning Science], [Biological Code].

Related to mechanical life, let’s talk about [Electronic Information Engineering].

What's missing? By the way, since it's a virus, let's do [Information Fever]. This is the necessary knowledge for the Turing Cult to create religious viruses.

lv10 [Cell Debugging] + lv10 [Biological Code] + lv10 [Electronic Information Engineering] + lv10 [Information Frenzy]

[The fusion is successful, you have developed a level 5 electronic biological blueprint [Biochemical Giant Arm]]

Big arm?

[The fusion is successful, you have developed the level 4 mechanical blueprint [High Speed ​​Sorter]]

Isn't this the logistics link of the Dyson ball? What a coincidence.

[The fusion is successful, you have developed a level 5 biological blueprint [Biological Code Box]]

[Fusion failed]

[The fusion is successful, you have developed a level 5 biological blueprint [Biological Exciter]]

[The fusion is successful, you have developed a level 6 biological blueprint [Y-type biological virus]]

Getting closer.

Finally, after betting on nearly forty drawings, Gaogong finally got what it wanted.

[The fusion is successful, you have developed a level 7 biological blueprint [High Attachment DNA]]

Highly attached DNA: A very special type of DNA that can be integrated into metal materials. It is called a biological building molecule and is widely used in the active buildings of level 3 carbon-based civilizations.

The senior engineer glanced at the researchers at Mars and suddenly said, "Hmm," and said, "The headquarters sent me information, saying that they have developed a corresponding measure, which is to create a kind of 'high dependence DNA' , this is its specific information.”

"..."

Miao Miaomiao blankly took the memory card handed over by the senior engineer and handed it to a researcher. Soon, the researcher, that is, the 'Boss Ma' said in surprise:

"It's true! With this large DNA molecule, the virus can mutate into the third generation!"

Miao Miaomiao looked at someone in disbelief. She knew that Du Gao was very strong in biotechnology, but how could he be so strong? How long has it been?

"There's no other way. A small business is only as strong as its liver," Gao Gong said modestly.

Miao Miaomiao was silent for a moment and then said: "Immediately carry out DNA modification. Within two days, I need to carry out the third generation diffusion."

She turned around and said, "Since it was developed by you, then it's up to you to name this generation of viruses."

The senior engineer stared at the transparent particles that appeared and disappeared in the experimental equipment, thought for a while, and said: "According to its nature, let's call it a 'ghost'."

…

"Two bosses, cooperate, cooperate!"

At this moment, Baozi finally blocked the old acquaintance, with a shy face and a flattering smile.

"Why, your money force army is no longer strong?" Sister Ji looked at the other party up and down and sneered.

"Hey, don't mention it. Seven of the nine hired teams have failed. I don't know how much compensation I have to pay. That's all what I earned from the hard-earned surgery--"

"Five free prosthetic surgeries," Sister Ji interrupted the conversation and said directly.

"Damn! You might as well go and grab it!" Baozi's eyes widened.

"Then what do you think I'm doing now?" Sister Ji asked.

"No, no more than twice!"

"Three times, otherwise no discussion."

Baozi's mouth bulged in anger, and finally he sighed and said: "Okay, three times is three times."

He looked at the rainy night with a knife but no umbrella, "Brother Umbrella, what have you gained now?"

"Four virus sources have been obtained. According to what 'Dr. Xie' said, we need to go to the largest biopharmaceutical center in Atomic City to prepare the antidote."

"Antidote!? Is it the medicine that can cure those disgusting biochemical zombies?" Baozi perked up.

"In theory, that's true."

…

Just when the player was completely unaware of the situation under the control of a certain mastermind, a middle-aged man appeared on the street in the outer city area of ​​the city that once never slept, where Hanging Street was.

This middle-aged man has the beauty of an ancient Greek sculpture. Every move he makes is natural. But when he walks in the middle of the street, no one can detect his presence. He walks outside a former prosthetic shop and stops. He stood down and talked to himself.

"The owner of this place is my friend."

"If that's the case, then I know what to do."

When the breeze blew, the middle-aged strong man was blown away like sand.

Maybe someone has forgotten that when he was in the Twin Cities, in order to persuade a rebellious machine mastermind, he lied about being someone's friend.

And this person is called A, bionic person A.